WUUUSSHHH! Salty ocean wind whipped against the faces of Rizal, Ucok, and Nova as their helicopter landed on a remote island surrounded by steep cliffs and dense vegetation. In the distance, the silhouette of an abandoned psychiatric hospital loomed menacingly under the cloudy sky. This mission felt darker than usual: stop a mafia syndicate attempting to use a 'Manipulator Coffee' to brainwash and control the minds of high-value targets.Nightshade had informed them that the syndicate, known as The Mind Benders, was led by a cunning propaganda expert nicknamed The Puppeteer, who believed this coffee was the perfect tool to control the masses.“This place gives me the creeps, bro,” Ucok whispered, zipping up his jacket, wearing a heavy metal band tee he somehow managed to bring. “Manipulator Coffee? Is that a drink or a mind eraser? I swear if I forget how to make rendang, I’ll lose it.”Rizal adjusted his cap, eyes fixed on the derelict asylum. “Nightshade said this coffee contains ch

BLARRRR! Police sirens and the blaring horns of taxis shattered the chaos of Washington D.C. traffic. Rizal, Ucok, and Nova stepped out of the car, their eyes locked onto the grand Parliament Building, encircled by iron fences and tight security. This mission was politically the most sensitive yet: stop an extremist group attempting to use "Revolution Brew" to incite chaos and manipulate public opinion. Nightshade had informed them that the group—The Sovereign Sip—was led by a charismatic demagogue known only as The Orator, who believed this coffee could be the perfect tool to stir the masses and topple governments.“Dude, is this D.C. or a political theater?” Ucok whispered as he straightened his crooked bow tie. He wore a slightly too-small suit. “Revolution Brew? I thought that was just coffee to keep you awake. What if it tastes like a politician’s false promises?”Rizal adjusted his collar, eyes narrowing at the growing crowd of protesters. “Nightshade said the coffee is laced wi

WUUUSSHHH! The hot, humid air of the tropics greeted Rizal, Ucok, and Nova as their helicopter landed on a remote island, surrounded by dense jungle and black sand beaches. In the distance, a volcano billowed dark smoke into the sky, casting an ominous mood. This mission felt like the end of everything: stopping a shadowy organization that was attempting to uncover the fabled Apocalypse Brew on this island. Nightshade had informed them that the group, The Apocalyptic Brew, was led by a mad scientist known only as The Catalyst, who believed this coffee could trigger natural disasters on a global scale to "cleanse" the world and rebuild a new order.“This island’s straight out of a disaster movie, bro,” Ucok muttered, fanning himself with a beach hat. He wore brightly patterned floral shorts that clashed wildly with the grim setting. “Apocalypse Brew? I thought that was just coffee that went out of stock. What’s next—lava-flavored espresso?”Rizal adjusted his hat, eyes fixed on the vol

WUUUSSHHH! The scent of ripe grapes and damp earth greeted Rizal, Ucok, and Nova as their car wound its way along the twisting roads of the Italian countryside. In the distance, a grand Tuscan-style villa stood proudly amid sprawling vineyards, shrouded in the morning mist. This mission felt deeply personal—facing the ghosts of the past: The Grand Cru Syndicate had resurfaced, this time attempting to blend coffee with a rare wine to create the so-called Elixir Coffee—a drink capable of unlocking hidden truths. Nightshade had informed them that the syndicate, once disguised behind the wine business, was now led by the cunning criminal mastermind Donatello "Don" Diabolico, who believed the coffee could be used to blackmail the world’s elite with their darkest secrets."This vineyard looks more like a minefield, bro," Ucok whispered, eyes wide at the sight of armed guards hidden among the grapevines. Dressed in a slightly too-tight leather jacket, he was clearly aiming for a 'mafia' look

WUUUSSHHH!A blast of icy air from a massive ventilation shaft greeted Rizal, Ucok, and Nova as they infiltrated the underground complex at the heart of a major metropolis. Above them, skyscrapers loomed skyward, but down here, a hidden threat lurked. This mission was the most fundamental yet: stop a secret criminal organization known as The Archivist, who was attempting to erase all historical data and records about coffee from existence.Nightshade had warned them: once a prestigious research bureau, The Archivist had now fallen under the control of a cunning former archive curator known as The Censor, who believed that by erasing coffee’s past, they could create a total monopoly over all information and supply chains of coffee in the future.“This place... is this an archive or a paper factory?” Ucok whispered, eyes wide at the endless rows of ancient servers and shelves overflowing with documents. Bundled up in multiple layers against the lab’s cold air, he added, “Coffee that era